But in Amegakure, where it rained all year round, there was no way to farm.
The village had no reliable source of income, and it couldn't start wars to invade other countries.
They could only say that maintaining the status quo was already good enough. Asking for more would be going too far.
After all, Nagato's dream wasn't based on Amegakure. He had pinned everything on the Akatsuki.
But because of one moment of poor judgment, the Akatsuki might not even survive now.
"Come on. The Yunzhong Clan Grounds are in the Core District. Come with me to meet my teacher. Actually, we went to the Other World to find you on his orders."
"He gave us a mission and told Konan and me to bring you here if we could."
Nagato looked at Yahiko. "Is Lord Torifu interested in us, or is it something else?"
Yahiko shook his head. "How would I know? Ordinary people can't guess what my teacher is thinking—and they wouldn't dare try."
Otherworld Konan, who had been quiet along the way, spoke up. "Whatever the reason, since Senior Yunzhong is willing to meet us, there should be a chance he can help Nagato's body."
What Konan cared about most wasn't the mission. She only wanted to know whether Nagato could get better.
Whether he could return to the way he used to be.
Nagato's back was now covered in Black Receivers, and his body had been drained until he was little more than a skeleton.
If not for the Yunzhong Clan's powerful vitality, an ordinary person would have died long ago.
Nagato cut Otherworld Konan off. "Don't say that. Whether Lord Torifu saves me is his choice, not something we can influence."
Nagato seemed to have accepted his situation, but no one knew how anxious